He‘s stubborn and opinionated, hates what he hates and sure loves what he loves. Keys, remotes and “doing his hair” are among his true loves as of late.
I didn’t tell him that the reason I went out last night with him was because I knew it was a situation I would normally have avoided: a room full of people I don’t know, making small talk abound; a night that didn’t even begin until 9:30pm, and in this case didn’t end until 1:30am when I collapsed into bed.
I didn’t tell him that I went last night because I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it, do it well, and make it out alive.
I can’t recall if it was last night or this morning, but I was laying in bed and thought: I feel as though we’re different people now. I feel like I can’t relate to her the way I used to; I thought we’d at least always have that. I’m trying to recall what we have in common, beyond motherhood, but I’m drawing a blank.
I read in a book the other day that too many people feel they go through their lives not really living it, rather, simply existing. Reading that was like a punch in the stomach. “That’s me,” I thought. “That’s exactly how I feel.” And after I caught my breath I thought, ok,now that I’ve said it, what can I do about it?
So here it is, the truth: I’m too hard on myself. I can’t be everything for everyone and I can’t sacrifice what I want it order to make everyone else happy.
I’m a good mother. I may be impatient at times and need time away from DJ, but I am a good mother.
Stop being so hard on yourself, Rachel.
You are a good mother.
As I collapsed onto the bed in tears, all I could think was: this is the second time I’ve cried this week and it’s only Wednesday.
Excerpts from my journal, inspired by Ronnie.
If you don’t recognize the fun filler and journal cards, that’s because they’re new in my shop! You can check them out here.
Both sides are design A.
Look what made a comeback! I don’t know why I stopped making title cards like that. They always end up being my favorite part of the spread!
And the right side, design A.
And no spread is complete without at least one #kelliestamps !
When asked how long I have been taking part in Project Life, my answer is always the same: I began when I became pregnant with my son in mid-2012. But that’s not the whole truth, not really.
Anyone can do it, I am not the exception to the rule. I simply have the right attitude: the memory keeping attitude.
Week 45 (Nov 3- Nov 9).
After the craziness of week in the life I was more than ready for a simple, low-key week, and that is exactly what week 45 turned into.
I had a very productive week, and included an insert with a photo of my weekly planner.
These days it’s near impossible to get a photo of him that isn’t blurry. He is constantly in motion, something he clearly gets from me, his mother-who-can’t-ever-sit-still. This will be one of those photos that he looks back on and says: “ahhh mooomm, why’d you have to share that one?”
As we approach the middle of November, I’ve been thinking about what I will do differently in 2015. I took a look back at my plans for 2014 (one and two) and have thought about what I’ve learned throughout the year and with each passing spread. Here’s what I’m thinking.
Both pages are design e, my favorite.